[If he were in his right mind, Blake would be growling at her to hurry up. But a strange patience has fallen over him. Time doesn't mean anything here.
This isn't the first time a girl's taken a swing at him. Blake's been attacked by representatives of every place on the socioeconomic spectrum. Teenage girls can be stronger than they look, especially when they're screaming and pissed off, but what they do is they scratch, bite, and kick.
He sees her move and jerks back by reflex. Instinct tells him the range; in the rare cause a girl like her tries a punch, they're always short and abortive, without any weight or follow-through behind them.
So when her fist cracks audibly across his face, what makes him yell out is surprise as much as pain.
He stumbles back, pressing his hand to what will soon be a hell of a bruise.] What the fuck?!
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This isn't the first time a girl's taken a swing at him. Blake's been attacked by representatives of every place on the socioeconomic spectrum. Teenage girls can be stronger than they look, especially when they're screaming and pissed off, but what they do is they scratch, bite, and kick.
He sees her move and jerks back by reflex. Instinct tells him the range; in the rare cause a girl like her tries a punch, they're always short and abortive, without any weight or follow-through behind them.
So when her fist cracks audibly across his face, what makes him yell out is surprise as much as pain.
He stumbles back, pressing his hand to what will soon be a hell of a bruise.] What the fuck?!